Who are you? Are we the same
just split between two spirits–
lonely and tortured souls?
You make me feel safe inside
and that notion makes me shudder.
You say you can’t be there for me,
but you’ve already come to my side.
Yet when I sit with you, we’re not together.
What is this silence that’s grown between us
from naught? How can an absence burn
when nothing existed there before?
You are an enigma. A portraiture of life.
I don’t know you, but I can feel you.
I cannot love you, and so I do anyway.
Who are you? What are you?
Is it possible that you exist?
A dream–you are a dream.
I cannot touch you, but I feel you’re there.
I cannot see you but I know you are there.
But you can’t be a dream.
We forget dreams when we wake.
A nightmare–you’re my nightmare.
There’s no other way for you to haunt me.
Yet I know you’re not, you can’t be.
I see your eyes–they are heavenly blue.
They pierce my soul and shield your own.
I am defenseless against their dark gaze
and won’t forget the tears I never saw–
they fall inside my mind and burn my soul.
You laugh–you smile–it’s all a lie–a façade.
But please, take my hand and lie a little more.
Just answer this question: who are you?